I was eighteen years old, and this was my first job. I got lucky and managed to get employed with no experience in the casino, as my cousin managed it – I was a waiter. Instantly, it felt like the team had some problems. The team leader, a 26 year old curvy tattooed woman had a little bit of a thing for me, so instantly I was getting some special treatment that nobody else really had. She’d touch my arm here and there, and make comments about me. Let’s be honest – there was a sexual harassment lawsuit right there, but I was eighteen, young, and into it.
After a few months of being there, she hosted a house party for most of the team, everyone that wasn’t working at least. She had a two bedroom flat on the top floor, nice little roof terrace to smoke, big lounge to relax in. It was good. I arrived late to the party, with everyone completely out of it. Suddenly, friends were forcing alcohol down my throat as the usual young house party involved, and after too many shots of Jack Daniels Honey whiskey? The night was loud and fun.